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   ŘŸʞʊ7 said, 8 months ago

   lets++++++++++++++++++++to a job well done
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   ŘŸʞʊ7 said, 8 months ago

   or we could +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++u pick
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   x_Tech said, 8 months ago

   Near this spot
   Are deposited the Remains of one
   Who possessed Beauty
   Without Vanity,
   Strength without Insolence,
   Courage without Ferocity,
   And all the Virtues of Man
   Without his Vices.
   This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery
   If inscribed over Human Ashes,
   Is but a just tribute to the Memory of
   “Boatswain,” a Dog
   Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803,
   And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808.

   Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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   x_Tech said, 8 months ago

   A little Dog that wags his tail by Emily Dickinson
   A little Dog that wags his tail
   And knows no other joy
   Of such a little Dog am I
   Reminded by a Boy

   Who gambols all the living Day
   Without an earthly cause
   Because he is a little Boy
   I honestly suppose —

   The Cat that in the Corner dwells
   Her martial Day forgot
   The Mouse but a Tradition now
   Of her desireless Lot

   Another class remind me
   Who neither please nor play
   But not to make a “bit of noise”
   Beseech each little Boy —
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   chefwen said, 8 months ago

   @x_Tech

   Wow x_Tech – That dog had a nice long life. Hope mine last that long.
   Cartoon today was AWWWW inducing.
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   x_Tech said, 8 months ago

   My Dog by Robert William Service
   ’Twas in a pub just off the Strand
   When I was in my cups,
   There passed a bloke with in his hand
   Two tiny puling pups;
   And one was on me with a bound,
   Seeking to lick my face,
   And so I bought him for a pound
   And took him to my place.

   Three acres by the shore I own,
   A hut, a pint wood;
   And there for fifteen years alone
   He shared my solitude.
   It was his own, his only world,
   And when with hunting spent,
   Each night beside my bed he curled,
   And slept in sheer content.

   My dog is dead. Though lone I be
   I’ll never have another;
   For with his master-worship he
   Was closer than a brother.
   My foot is frail and I am old,
   Yet how my heart can pity
   Pups straining on a short leash-hold
   And pent up in the city.

   From all thought of self above,
   And purged of sex emotion,
   I know no form of living love
   So deep as dogs devotion.
   I have no hope at all of heaven,
   I’ve lived in sin and strife;
   But thank God! I at least have given
   One dog a happy life.
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   x_Tech said, 8 months ago

   Maybe I should stop now.

   
   Unless I can find something a little less morose.
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   x_Tech said, 8 months ago

   My dog ate my homework.
   That mischievous pup
   got hold of my homework
   and gobbled it up.

   
   

   
   My dog ate my homework.
   It’s gonna be late.
   I guess that the teacher
   will just have to wait.
   

   
   My dog ate my homework.
   He swallowed it whole.
   I shouldn’t have mixed it
   with food in his bowl.
   

   
   —Kenn Nesbitt
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   x_Tech said, 8 months ago

   My Dog
   by Kristen, Age 11
   Connecticut USA

   I have a dog,
   He is really cool,
   He loves to play fetch,
   and also drool.
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    x_Tech said, 8 months ago

    Spots
    by Karisa, Age 12
    

    
    My Dog Must Remember
    Turkey On Thanksgiving ,
    Pudding On Christmas ,
    Eggs On Easter ,
    Chicken On Sunday ,
    Fish On Friday ,
    Leftovers, Monday.
    

    
    But Ah, My
    He’s Such A Dunce.
    He’s Went And Ate
    Them All At Once.
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    x_Tech said, 8 months ago

    Adapted from the poem by Bruce Lansky in Rolling in the Aisles, published by Meadowbrook Press.
    

    
    Characters:
    Child
    Mom
    Dog (an optional, non-speaking part)

    My Dog Has Got No Manners

    Child:
    

    
    My dog has got no manners.
    I think he’s very rude.
    He always whines at dinnertime
    while we are eating food.
    

    
    And when he’s feeling thirsty
    and wants to take a drink,
    he takes it from the toilet
    instead of from the sink.
    

    
    He never wears a pair of pants.
    He doesn’t wear a shirt.
    But worse, he will not shower
    to wash away the dirt.
    

    
    He’s not polite to strangers.
    He bites them on the rear.
    And when I’m on the telephone,
    he barks so I can’t hear.
    

    
    When I complained to Mommy,
    she said,
    

    
    Mom:
    

    
    “I thought you knew:
    the reason that his manners stink—
    he learns by watching you.”
    

    
    The End!
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    x_Tech said, 8 months ago

    Sorry all Citizen of Dog but that last panel just set me off.

    
    and I don’t even like poetry
13. 

    Citizen GROG! said, 8 months ago

    I love a happy ending.
    

    
    Good morning, cleo, sugar, Fellow Baby & the rest of the CD gang!
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    Citizen GROG! said, 8 months ago

    x_Tech, for someone who doesn’t like poetry, you seem to know a lot of it!
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    Citizen GROG! said, 8 months ago

    x_Tech, I think you’re right. The last time Thumper thumped for me, I was on my iPad.
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